Character: Fletcher Reed

Your weight is 105 pounds? Yes, one bra!

- What are you doing?
- Beat my face! You don't mind?

- Mr. judge, I object!
Why?
Because it breaks all my defenses!

I stand before you on my knees in a suit for $ 900!

- The boss is calling Scowl. He robbed another store at knifepoint. He needs your attorney's advice!
- Stop breaking the law asshole!

- Hey, Fletcher, how's it going?
Horrible, disgusting and hopeless!

- You scratched my car!
- It already was!
- A liar! Know what I'll do?
What?
- Nothing! I can only moan of impotence, or poison gases through the exhaust pipe!

- Thank you! You have no idea what this means to me!
- Imagine, one thousand six hundred fifty dollars and eleven cents.

- What is the mood of the parties?
Thank you, good.
- And you, Mr. reed?
- I'm a little upset about yesterday's failed sex.

- Hey, are you the new tenant?
- Yes, moved to Monday.
- How do you like it? Like?
- Everyone here is so nice!
It's because you have big Boobs!

Sisters, Wake up! The weaker sex does not exist!

You searched for Miranda!
Tell her I broke my leg and I had to shoot!

- My teacher said that the beauty of the person inside.
- So say the freaks.

Hello! I'm a bad father max.